Craftsbury features Pete Hinman of Craftsbury Christmas Tree Farm during his twentieth season operating a small-scale tree farm, following the transformation that both the farm and Pete’s life undergo before, during, and after the peak Christmas tree season. The film will focus on the history of Pete’s ownership of Craftsbury Tree Farm, and raise questions of what will become of it as he gets older. The overarching theme of a family tree will intersect with the stories of the trees on Pete’s land. Treatment
A handsaw is working its way through the trunk of a pine. The sawing is inconsistent, sometimes fast, sometimes with long pauses. The labored breathing of a man is in the background. Through the low branches of the tree, bits of …show more content…
Walking around Craftsbury Christmas Tree Farm, Pete collects junk, pulls weeds and cuts back some of “the jungle” that surrounds the trees. Pete explains that the farm wasn’t open last year because there were not enough big trees to sell. This is the twentieth season of the farm and he is thankful he is able to open for such a milestone. The farm is quaint, only two acres, two and half if you count the parking lot, as Pete likes to say. Pete takes time caring to his trees, sometimes stopping to pull even a small piece of hay from a branch (although sometimes entirely missing birds’ nests on the tree’s opposite side). This is just a hobby for Pete, he is insistent upon that, but it is a hobby in which takes much joy and pride. He took over the farm from his cousins twenty years ago when they no longer needed it for their metal box company. With the help of his dad during the first few seasons Pete was able to transform the land from field to farm. At this time of day, only an hour or two after the sun has rose, the farm has a meditative quality. The sound of the school buses that drive by, transporting children to the middle and high school down the road, harmonize with the sound of Pete’s boots crunching on the frosted grass. Once in awhile, Pete takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the pine-scented air, holding it in, taking all he can from it, then exhaling a visible cloud of air into the bitter morning